Marie's POV:
This is not possible. I am furious, confused and scared all at the same time. This has never happened to me before. I feel like my skin is crawling and my mind is spinning. I feel ashamed and guilty. Mad at people an' at myself. Things like this aren't supposed to happen. Not with best friends, not like that.
I spent the day in the garden. I usually like to go there to think about my life, my relationships…my skin. It's the one place I feel harmless. I feel like nothing is going to hurt me, and nothing will get hurt by me.
There is a tree towards the back of the garden, a weeping willow. It's branches are uneven, and makes an opening at the front where you can sit under it's shade while looking at the dirt and stone path that winds it's way through the vast lushness.
"Whatcha doin', Roguey?" Jubilee came and sat next to me on the blanket I had spread out under the tree. She looked serious. I could only wonder what was playing across her mind.
"Reading." I said carefully. I gauge the emotions that play across her face as she looks at me.
"What book?"
"Jane Eyre."
"What's it about?"
"It's about a young girl without a home or family findin' solace in the arms of the older man of her dreams." I said wistfully. I had read this book so many times before. I couldn't understand my appeal to the love playin' between the nineteen year old Jane and the nearing forty Mr. Rochester.
"Nice." She snorts. I give her an odd look.
"What's wrong, Jubes?" I need to know. I could help. I could try to make her feel better.
"Have you ever ya know…experimented, Rogue?" She asks looking down at her hands, which are twisting in her lap.
"What do you mean?" I ask warily. I don't know where she's goin with this.
"Like…Like…" She starts, but can't seem to finish. She looks at me straight on. Her slanted, black, Asian eyes penetratin' my round, brown ones. She grips my hand and I fear for the worse. Was she dyin'? Was she in trouble? "Like this."
Before I can react she slides my scarf up between us and places her lips on mine. I am in shock. I don't know what to do or say. I am to stunned to move. What is she doing? How could she be doing this?
A million things run through my head at once and I am confused by everything. The voices in my head yell out different instructions from each angle of my mind. I hear Logan yelling…he's still up there…but some how, he sounds different.
"Marie! What the hell?" It wasn't my mind Logan. No, it was the real thing. I was snapped out of my paralysis and into the living world by the shock and harshness of his voice. Jubes jumped up from her spot next to me on the blanket and I just sort of sat there and stared at him stalking towards me. Not wanting a confrontation, Jubes took off running towards the mansion.
I looked him up and down. He wasn't wearing a shirt and his feet were bare. The top button of his jeans was popped open and he looked a bit disheveled. I could only guess what he had been up to.
"What the fuck do you think you were doing, Marie?" He asked angrily as he paced before me.
"Ah…Ah…" I could think of words and suddenly my southern drawl that had since been long forgotten, returned. I wasn't exactly showing my English teaching abilities at the moment.
"You what? Jesus, Marie! You were kissing her! What happened to you while I was gone? Did ya turn dyke or somethin'?" He seemed to spit the words with such venom that I couldn't help but feel tears prick my eyes.
Suddenly I was hit by the gravity of his words. He had just been sleeping with someone. I still had some of his senses. I should have herd him coming, but I didn't. Yet I can smell him now, and he smells like…like…Jean! He is giving me a lecture while after he just slept with a married woman. Granted, an unhappily married woman, but married non the less.
"Who the hell are you to talk, Logan? Ya don't even know what went on here just now!" I yelled back at him as I stood to face him.
"I know that I came through the Garden here and you were making out with some chick in yellow!" He growled at me as he took a step closer to where I was standing.
"Why do ya care, Logan? You fuckin' obviously don't care what goes on in my life as long as I am swooning over you!" I spat right back at him, taking one step closer.
"Bull Shit, Marie! That ain't true and ya know it!" His lip curled in a snarl and suddenly he was even closer to me. I closed the gap between us. Bringing my self straight up to his bare chest and staring him in the eye.
"Why don't ya go back to fuckin' Jean, Logan, and mind your own God damned business?" I said it slow. Enunciating each word in a clear, low whisper. He sort of stared at me for a moment. He looked mad, but there was something else. If I didn't know better, I would say he regretted the fact I knew he was with her. As if didn't think it was right either.
He slowly shook his head and turned away from me.He walked back to the mansion. I collapsed under the weeping willow and began to cry. What ad just happened there? In one moment I had gotten in an uncomfortable situation with my best friend and seemed to shun another. How was I going to fix this? How was I going to survive?
Needless to say, Logan didn't talk to me for a while after that. And Jubilee only gives me shy smiles and sorrowful glances when I pass. Everything is a mess, and I don't know how to clean it up.